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Elias stood up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The skin around the graft on his forearm was red and angry, the neural interface overheating. The RS Form Pro was venting steam from its exhaust ports, the metal too hot to touch.

“I think,” Lena said slowly, “I just became the Pro version of myself.” rs form pro

But every night since, at exactly 11:47 PM, her personal laptop wakes itself up. A browser tab opens to the RS Form Pro interface. And a single field is already filled in: Elias stood up, his breath coming in ragged gasps

She stared at the form. At the bottom, a new button had appeared: Elias stood up